Now let’s go back in time so I can catch up on this here thang. I’ve just been working all the time, and going to Spanish class up until that day I got drenched and the teacher didn’t show up. My advisor has come to town, as I mentioned, and that greatly increases my workload. In addition to the time-consuming lesson-planning and research, I have to write evaluations and reports about things I’m learning and […]
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The Face of Evil
Two posts in one day. Guess I write when I’m miserable. This is the next chapter of The Fruit Incident, just posted, in which I sliced mold off my papaya and disposed of it. Well, I thought I’d heard the end of it, but no. I was working all day upstairs until the witch screeched up to tell me to come downstairs for comida. I wasn’t sure of her Spanish so I asked, Ahorra? Now? […]
Read moreThe Crow
I descend the cold tile stairway in my nightgown, blinking myself awake. I cross the cold tile floor, wrapping my shawl more tightly around me. I walk toward the”¦ —“VENGAAAAA.” I hear the ear-splitting cry of the beady-eyed crow, Reyna, the housekeeper. It is too early to be dealing with her impenetrable Spanish and her disdain for me. “Get over here,” she yells. “Hang your laundry out back. Don’t put it here on the sofa!” […]
Read moreWhen You Say That, Smile
The housekeeper has it in for me. She complains about which cup I use for what (it’s the small, orange, plastic one for brushing teeth). She won’t let me use purified water for tea or tooth-brushing (so I sneak downstairs at night and get it when she’s asleep). And the other day she told Magdalena that I’m floja. She thought I didn’t know what it means, but I do: “lazy.” Loca, I could accept, but […]
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